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Dear Temporal:

The poem fits in this writing. It implies answers for many questions that are provoked while reading the story.

Temp .....

[[baad taubah kay arz hay kay bhayee aur kisay blame kar sakhnay ki jurrat ya gustaakhi ker sakhtay haiN hum?…]]

You are too polite ... you overlook all us candidates here on chowk ..and I am included in the list ....

love,

sa:)

[…irshaad sir aankhouN per
guzarish humari bhee
soo’nn li’jiaye hu’zoor…]


JUB LIKHNA HEE THEHRAA


kahaani fasana kahaN
yeh fiq’t kaavish hay
ghubar-e-dil maiN basay
khaak aalooda
harf kay motiouN say
kisi khalish-e-dil ko
alfaaz ki mauj maiN
bund karnay,
raq’m karnay ki.

khaak ki haqeeqat say
kaun aashna naahiN
dar’j hay goya
oos kay muqaddar maiN
sadyouN der sadyouN
ooRRna, bikharna, ooRRana
barasna, chah’na, phaaNkna
aur aakhir kaar
paani paani hona
khaak khaak hona.



Pferz #35:

…random specifics…feathers were gathered alongwith straw as they fell…the poem…ah the poem!…well both of you are right…(sigh)…should have dropped it altogether or incorporated it in the story…or better still let it hibernate in the cyber mazar of the hard drive…and the switch works better as you suggested…next time i die...:)


goodnessgraciousyou #23:

…shall a hint suffice?…it is a bouquet of love, regards, affection etc. for some special ‘badmashes’…


Shirin Ahmed #38:

[…You sound so `typical` when you say ``blame it on M ``…]

baad taubah kay arz hay kay bhayee aur kisay blame kar sakhnay ki jurrat ya gustaakhi ker sakhtay haiN hum?…reminds me of this…bernard and marvin kalb co-authored this book…and in the preface that they signed jointly was this remarkable sentence….``…and any error or omission you find here are my brother’s…"…hence…….ouch!

bspnd,

t

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[[AND…ain’t dead yet…though sometimes come pretty close to it!…yeah blame M…]]

Temp, never joke like this ..I may have thick skin but still some sensitivity is left, which still shreds me into pieces at times ,at the slightest.

Touba karein forun !

You sound so `typical` when you say ``blame it on M `` ..

take care and keep smiling ,stay happy

lots of love to self and `M` :)

Shirin

Versey #45 ``cadaverous slumber``: In a medical college lab perhaps?

Prem #11:

[...somone who went through this tunnel...and never came out…]

---must confess am always at a loss when expressing condolences…that is about the only occasion when words do not flow out smoothly…life is as much a transformation as death…we are a drop…destined to swim in sea…


Kiran #16:

---the keyboard was a blessing in disguise…:)


dost-mittar #17:

---aap nay kuch zyadah hee taareef kardee hay…hum koi writer witer nahin…bus kuch khayalat ka taana baana bun gaya aur who hum nay likh dya…


shahgul #20:

---did you start volunteering recently?…you must have…or you may be one of those persons who always retain their sensitivity…doctors and other personnel who face death and suffering for the first time are troubled by it…but slowly they develop a ‘thick’ skin and their reaction to death and suffering is not the same as those who are not exposed to misery and death…


DRUMZ #21 & 25:

…sometimes you can be a riot;)…no, you do not want to now about the cereal guzzlers:)…


Shirin Ahmed #22:

…you mean you liked my `research`?…hey…if i own upto jamadar would also have to own up to the other stuff as well…so…let us say have good research staff;)?…AND…ain’t dead yet…though sometimes come pretty close to it!…yeah blame M…

rgds and lve,

t

temporal:

I can hear you, which is why I have woken up from MY cadaverous slumber. Don’t know whether this is your definitive voice…must have many voices, for even when you are alive ``the memory still remains imperfect``.

[You have to stand tall, confront yourself first. Then look in their eyes. Fight your battles there. Let them know your hurts, hates, dreams and desires. One understanding look or nod will go a long way for you. Forget my cadaver. This is no sublimation. Nor a retribution. Our paths never crossed. It is a wasted effort.]

…drat, why do I always end up identifying with corpses??

Okay, now for some comments. (The compliments are hidden within the sentences, right from the first one.) Thought some portions of the `death` thing were being repeated much too often…not necessary. It was clear the protagonist was dead. Therefore the clarity in thinking :)

Also, agree with Harish about the poem. I would go so far as to say it need not have been there at all. Was it meant to work as a separate stream of `unconsciousness`? An internal monologue? It came across as corporeal interruptus.

[You can’t dance around or over me, cannot provoke me, arouse me or hear the scream of my soul. You could never hear that scream. I have stopped screaming...

Forget me. Another listless cadaver. Look after that fellow. He is good. You are not bad either. I am sure you can resolve the bothers. Learn to listen.]

I would have liked to see the last two paras interchanged…what do you think of this…

//Forget me. Another listless cadaver. Look after that fellow. He is good. You are not bad either. I am sure you can resolve the bothers. Learn to listen.

You can’t dance around or over me, cannot provoke me, arouse me or hear the scream of my soul. You could never hear that scream. I have stopped screaming...//

… maybe I am choking on my voice and hence find this more potent. Anyway, each story speaks differently to different people. And no, I wasn’t depressed. Just wondered where those pliers were that could prise open an aching (dead?) heart…

lh,

Farzana

anNy #31,

oh i`m so scared, please don`t hit me anNy, derh pasli anNy ;)

precious #32,

i have all the teeth in the world, sweet, sour, salty, bitter, and umami

scout

“precious #23,

bspnd = bahut sara pateesa n doughnuts”

…damn, now how come i didn’t figure that one out?:) ….looks like someone’s got a major sweet tooth…

scout # 26

aisaa jooota maroon gee...doughnut kee bachee

semi:

ill let t tell you :)

Aamir # 24

[[Must you be so melo dramatic about bones & cadavers.

Parsi have their cadaver pecked by vultures & gnawed as morsel of food for the bird.Yes even the most wealthy Tata & Manekshaw will.]]

Dear Aamir ... So if God forbid your bones are put up for auction 2 months later after the stretcher stage, you should not say Ouch ... desperate med. students are far better than hungry birds any day ... your clavicle might even land in some gorgeous girls hands ;)Imagine that!!

regds ...

Shirin

Anny,

I feel guilty for having left the people who needed you. And for being with people who don`t want or need you, but you keep living in a land that refuses to be yours, and try to love people who will never love you back.

shahgul:

``It was a little shocking to hear the story from the stretcher end, and in Pakistan (which deepened my feelings of guilt).``

sorry my sunflower suggestion didnt work :( sometimes when totally in the pit and everything appears sad, its good to sniff and sob a little or giggle uselessly..things always look up after a particularly good screaming, crying fit or hysterical laughing fit :0)

i didnt quite understand what you felt guilty for as implied in the above statement, if you would explain..its okay if you dont want to also